A week. A week frozen on her knees as her boyfriend occasionally walked by and tweaked a nipple or slapped her ass. She couldn't move a thing below her neck, but that was the plan wasn't it?

She hadn't really believed the claim that the collar would stop the transformation at her head, but when her boyfriend slipped in the DollMe, despite her fully expecting to wind up as a toy, she'd felt the change sweep up her body, moulding her into a silicone goddess, stop at her neck, as the collar said it would.

She'd wanted her boyfriend to use her a bit during the week it would take for the transformation to reverse. Her boyfriend wanted her to let him take off her collar, making her his DollFriend. He didn't want to force it off, DollSlaves weren't his thing

They'd reached a compromise. At the end of the week after he'd given her a taste of being a doll, she'd make her decision.

She thought it would be easy. Especially when he didn't even use her that first night. Or the second. Or third. Only on the last day, after teasing her all week, did he put her to use.

That had been this morning. It was evening now and she was still lost in the bliss of that session.

Was pleasure enough of a reason to give up herself? Then again, she'd knelt there for a week, hoping for the kind of pleasure she'd finally gotten that morning. She'd never begged for it, just waited for it like a good doll.

She knew the collar was just delaying the inevitable. She called in her owner, and gave herself to the feelings he gave her.

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